Hello. My name is Ilithieriel. I have been watching over this castle since before I can remember. People have come, and gone like the wind passing into memory. I have recently felt the castle preparing itself for new arrivals and I knew that I shall cease to be alone soon, at least for a while. Sometimes I tire of being an immortal, I almost wish that I could just live a short time and then die, but then I would miss out on all these "Hello"s. I still wonder if its worth it to get away from the "Good-bye"s. I take comfort from the fact that in this castle, time is sort of faded, and you only age if you choose to do so. I hope new friends come soon to distract me from these dark thoughts. I summoned a mirror to my hand thinking, "When the new commers get here I may as well be presentable. It simply would not do, scaring them before they'd even had time to explore the castle. I slowly combed and brushed my misty silver hair that fell in gently rolling waves just past my knees. I examined my pitch black eyes and my extremely pale nearly pure white skin. I checked my delicately pointed ears, my small and slender frame, and my nearly transpearant ice blue pixie wings. I made sure I had not changed since the last vist and was relieved to find that indeed I had not. I was still my normal 3 inch tall self. I decided that probably it would be best if I changed to larger form so as to be more easily noticable to any who arrived here, at Castle Weirdo. I laughed to myself, it just felt so strange to call it that. I then changed myself so that I stood about 4 feet tall, which while not exactly "tall" is a fairly impressive transaction considering my previous height. I then sat down on a chair that basically just appeared out of need, and waited for those who I knew would eventually come.